The Vacation From Ourselves Lyrics & Tabs by Wale
The Vacation From Ourselves
guitar chords lyrics
Bammers is trippin... vacationin you see they way off they mind
With no return ticket
This how here different
That's why I'm so annoyed
That's why I here whispers
Call me a product of my own damn hood
Since nautical was popular than popular for good
Reason I stuck with the sound
I ain't playing like the rest who got free from it
I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music
A couple others but I feel they less important to me
The point is they pointed
Me in the direction of my home grown noises
Of a artist I loved yet avoided
Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well
Me in the direction of my home grown noises
Of a artist I loved yet avoided
Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well
And I ain't going well
Them fast songs was cool but I never wrote to 'em
Only concern was the home that was close to him
I style, I slang and I own music
If I could hone my tone I could blow too
So I phone Tony Craig and I said we gonna do it
(Hey damn was that alright? Damn smack everythin sound good, we gonna keep it... Next)
A lot of rappers sound like a lot of rappers
Sound wise... oh they started puttin' out now
They puttin out the same blueprint
So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun
It's no fundamentals it's one dimensional
One can mention ones self and it'd be too pretentious
And to pretend as if 2Pac is not these dudes intentions
Pay attention if you should listen to his shit and they shit it's too convincing
As well as Chris-to-pher we miss her
But every march night another twenty is with us
Clones... imitators known
For imitatin the off switch like I'm on top of my own
And they copy what's on
And copy what's hot until that goes cold
The one that breaks more is that last to get on
But usually will last cause the last stick is on
And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone
Opposers try to knock but harder he will go
Never can he mimic... maybe can admire
Never will he imitate another rap nigger
I am Wale and never can I vacate
Never can I straight face
Look at Wale and say you nothing but a biter
Not the end lighter or liason to the niggers that's grindin
Niggers that's reading
Niggers that's runnin
Niggers that scheming
Niggers who ain't seen beef
To niggers in the knee deep who you think keep peace... me
And I'm free free free.
(Wale Folarin mixtape about nothing, but really I am saying something, y'all all bluffin... keep coming)
Even if I ever leave now
If I ever bleed DMV you hear it when I speak
You can hear it in my lyrics
And even when you old and your hearing is incoherent
You can feel it via spirit
Via my inheritance speakin as I did it
Via niggers rep spreading speeches through the city
The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns I position
The thugs say I'm cool
The cool say I'm thug
The mercs screaming at me saying I'm Emmi Loater's son?
I am not the only one
In the city where the Burns magazines say I'm in
I don't really give a fuck
I don't want it on my back
And they label me King... you can come and take it back
I don't want no fucking crown
I don't need no fucking currency
The Kings get killed very least overthrown
I'm a thorough ass nigger I don't need a nigger to hold me
Even if I roll I'm a forever going to be home
See there no place better than the state of my mind
There's no time wasted and no vacations... Bitch.
